I am like a petrol pump at night,
Surrounded by dusty highway lights.
This solace makes me cry,
For none but loners come by.
Rejected and forgotten,
Treated like a clandestine.
I wish I would burn,
Divine the dark sky like a firework,
And the people would applause,
The stars would drink all my remorse.
Free at last I will be,
With serenity and company.
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Author:
Agantuk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2024 14:40
- Comment from author about the poem: At nights like today sitting at my desk I feel a returning emptiness. Maybe I am abandoning my destiny. Maybe I just need a boyfriend lol.
- Category: Spiritual
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Excellent write
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